They always ask why the moon?

What your reason if it’s so basic?

Every night you go to sleep she is is just there,

Standing, existing in a space and lost in time for us.

It’s not just the moon, it’s a compass for travellers,

It was my lighthouse in the dark,

It is a constant in my life,

It was a feeling of being understand,

Of being sane,

Feeling that makes you wanna cry, but in a good way.

It’s your night lamp when the night comes.

Whenever you are lost,

So much,

And you don’t have a freaking clue how to get out -

She is there lighting your way

No judging, just sympathy

That tickles your insight.

It’s the feeling of not being alone

About being something more then you are,

More then enough.

It’s probably something that you have to feel to understand.